Alone In My Grandparent’s Living Room – 29th November 2021

The air in this room is still
No motes of dust floating in sunlight
Each second the grandfather clock creaks
Each hour a church bells delight
Braced against cold, a fire emerges
Blankets removed at the next bell
The crackle and roar has settled now
As the sun struggles up over the hill
The window frost starts running
New roads made on the warming glass
Soon all the bears will awaken
And another day shall quietly pass
The ghosts of this room may gather
But will one day be all forgot
The fire replaced, the window glazed
And the striking of bells will not

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